It is so strange to write here now.
To think I used to spill my guts onto this space so effortlessly and so thoughtlessly, but this is now like a temporary vault with glass walls so everyone can see its contents, but only in the manner that I present them.
'Till then, x.
As much as life pulls and pushes onward, I am still stuck to our past and it is stretching me dreadfully thin.
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